Spirit Cloth

They ripened 'just in time'

Does it matter what day it is? really...

It doesn't here.

There is no time here. Just Slower Cloth.

I have removed the date from the posts. That solves the problem for me, days without edges...although that would drive the man crazy, he is a numbers guy. Anyway, the feed is not working properly but it seems to publish by email eventually so I think, ok, stuff will be here, there, wherever, when it is there. ok.

Just the time it took.

Today? There was a moment of sunlight but the storminess has returned. It might be yesterday for you. But for me, just new indigo leaves.

I moved The Deep Pool of Thought to the wall next to the computer. So there might be some crossover while I type. It had been pinned over A Nest of Days.

I just wanted to look at it again. I asked myself if I should make it bigger. I didn't answer. 

Now, some time off, whatever that means. See you later...

October 2021

Almost November really.

I took this picture from halfway up the hill outside the kitchen window. The window that is about to get much bigger. Well, eventually. You can get a feel for where the garden is.

Beyond the garden...about 3.5 acres...

It is just very beautiful here right now. The red tree, a dogwood. There were a million birds there yesterday. I counted 11 kinds. They ate every berry. The tree was vibrating with song.

My post( by email) delivery service has begun to fail. I will never know when(if) you might get this. Probably tomorrow. The last one took 36 hours. This is a test, to see. 

What if it doesn't matter?  If you stop hearing from me, just stop in once in a while. I might be here. If Typepad lets me post photos.  No cloth today. Stacking wood inside, before, yes, believe it or not, MORE RAIN. And then some shopping. 

like most mornings lately...

Uncovering small journeys past.

This one came together during Patchwork in Perspective, while considering curves. It's been pinned to things and used to catch thought. But I always return here, it is still a fragment.  And I am just looking. At the cloth, and the loose thoughts caught there and thinking they are the same. And then the difference between word and image.

I considered continuing with Patchwork in Perspective. But I don't think I can. Not in any formal way. Things have a much softer edge these days, one thing runs into another. Ambition melts away. I even laugh about it. my momentary lapses in reality. 

The man made me a ring from his own hair. And believe me it's long enough. 

 

The Circus of Days

I considered adding another roof, a peaked top to the whole thing. Like a tent. But I think the stars are enough. Still maybe it needs a little wind. I like how it now seems like some sort of balancing act. Wind will just add a bit more challenge.

It stopped raining water but the wind is Big. Raining leaves. I need to go plant some garlic. Pick up some windfall for kindling. Make some soup from scraps of food. The freezer is too full. Stuff for dyepo(e)ts. Time to get to it. A more pleasant to do list.

The bobcat jumped over the stone wall while I was having coffee.  He/she is wounded, front paw, still quick and gone. To witness these sightings brings me such joy.

a little while later...ok, wind comes easy but never as planned: